One is Holy, One is Lord, Jesus Christ

in glory of God the Father. Amen.

“Blessed are they that hear

the word of God, and keep it”
(Luke 11, 28)
 The miracle of Archangel Michael

A miracle that happened to my parents

My name is Apostolos Hasiotis, son of Dimitrios, born in

Greece, in a village called Emmanuel Pappas of the Serres
region, on 1942. My parents would often narrate to me the
following amazing miracle.
Back on 1936, when my mother was about to give birth to her
first-born child, my elder sister Anastasia, she had a serious
problem with her pregnancy. She called then a midwife to help
her. Unfortunately, the midwife left her hands uncleaned;
therefore my mother was infected, and had symptoms of
puerperal fever.
 When her condition was getting worse, my father brought her
to the city of Serres, in a hotel owned by a cousin of his. His
cousin immediately called a physician.
As soon as the physician examined my mother, he raised his
hands saying: “Unfortunately, Mr Hasiotis, your wife is in very
bad condition, and science can do nothing for her”.
My father was thunderstruck by the physician’s words, feeling
unable to offer any help to my mother. Yet, his caring cousin
suddenly said, ‘Come on, cousin; don’t be afraid, there is a new
woman physician in Serres, an excellent gynecologist, called
Lapina. I believe that she can save our Sofia…’ Soon after, this
benevolent man brought in the physician woman. After
examining my mother she made the same diagnosis as the
previous physician, adding that she would kindly offer any
possible treatment. Despite her efforts, my mother’s condition
was getting worse. She had a higher fever, getting swollen and
blacken. She was unable to talk and could hardly breathe.
Finally, the physician turned to my father saying:
‘Unfortunately, Mr Hasiotis, your wife has no hope. You
must inform your relatives.’ Then, my father called his mother,
Pashalia Hasiotis, his mother in law Maria Kanakis and one of his
cousins. Meanwhile, my father went out to buy ice for the fever.
On his way back, in his confusion, he lost his way back to the
hotel. In a moment, he saw in front of him the church of
Archangel Michael and cried out, ‘My Archangel, do your miracle!’
He entered into the church to pray, kneeling in front of the
Archangel’s icon saying; ‘My Archangel, you can do it. Please
cure my wife.’ Relieved, he returned to the hotel, kneeled in
front of my mother’s bed and started using wet napkins on my
mother’s forehead, while praying.
By then it was dark. There was complete silence. Suddenly
my father heard stirrup irons walking in the staircase, and says
to himself; ‘It is the Archangel Michael’. He heard the Archangel
coming up the stairs, walking in the living room, reaching the
door room, turning the door handle and opening the door. My
father bent down his head and kept praying. The stirrup irons
continued to my mother’s bed, close to her head. Then my father
heard Archangel Michael saying, ‘Dimitri, Sofia will be cured.’ My
father did not dare to raise his head! Then again he heard the
Archangel’s steps while he was leaving. Hence, he stands happily
up and says to the women what had happened, and them came
then near my mother’s bed. Thereafter, my mother started
gradually recovering indeed in a miraculous way. Shortly, as her
fever reduced, she opened her eyes, started moving, smiling,
talking, and soon after this she was standing on her bed like the
risen-from-the-dead Jairus’ daughter, completely well, ready to
return to her house. Everything happened exactly as the
Archangel had said.
Next day the woman physician, Mrs. Lapina, came to the
hotel where she meets my effervescent father and she thought;
‘Oh, this poor man after losing his wife he has lost his mind too.’
‘How is Sofia, Mr. Dimitri?’ she asks him.
‘She is fine!’ answers my father, narrating the astonishing
miracle to her.
‘Let’s go and see her,’ said the physician in disbelief, being
sure that she would find her dead. As soon as she opened the
door however, saw my mother sitting on her bed and feeling
completely well. The physician, perplexed, walked two or three
steps toward my mother’s bed, raised her hands and confessed;
‘This was an action of God, not of science!’
Thus, the Archangel, through his miracle, performed two
miracles; He raised my mother bodily and the physician Lapina
spiritually!
To God is the glory!
In the picture,
from left to right:
My sister Anastasia
who was born by miracle.
My father Dimitris.
Me Apostolos.
My mother Sofia ,
My other sister Maria.

Apostolos D. Xasiotis

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